Not A Lick Of Sence Poem by Kevin Patrick

A tapeworm named Jerry
Didn't like drinking Sherry
Beguiling his host
To throw him down a moat

A blowfish called Boris
Ate to much porridge
Now his lips are cement
Out of work on advent

Met a Bull named Connie
Looked like Buddy Holly
She couldn't sing the crickets
But could dance with a midget

Saw skunk called Leigh
Wearing to much mascara
That Poor Pepé Le pew
Had to vacate the room

Got a Friend called Clarence
Shoots gas as he winces
He's got a permit for wings
Likes to get drunk and sing

Now my pencil is angry
It's confused by my story
So what if it's an offence
For Not a lick of sense